R- An extract;
'The world(what surrounds us) is incomprehensible. We won't ever understand it; we won't ever unravel it's secrets. Thus we must treat it as it is, a sheer mystery.
An average man doesn't do this though. The world is never a mystery for him and when he arrives at old age he is convinced he has nothing more to live for. An old man has not exhausted the world. He has exhausted only what people do. But in his stupid confusion he believes that the world has no more mysteries for him. What a wretched price to pay for our shields!
A warrior is aware of the confusion and learns to treat things properly. The things that people do cannot under any conditions be more important than the world. And thus a warrior treats the world as an endless mystery and what people do as endless folly.'
See the semblance with what you're saying?
You asked me about veiling or rather about unveiling. I know you care for the Truth. You seek for the Reality. And I'm just like you too, treading along this path.
If you asked me, Truth and Reality is one and the same. It isn't transient that changes with time. What we see now is that everything changes. Can we say that out there is real? Can Truth then manifest itself?
Perhaps we have a timing mechanism in our bodies as what they say. That unconciously we measure time knowing our existence here is temporal. And we leave when the time comes. When the seconds stop beating. The heartbeat too. When the veil is spread open. When Truth and Reality is made known.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Like the Owl pining for it's love; the Moon- Part 8
C-Let me tell you a little story. About time. I don't know exactly anymore who taught me or if that older child meant it serious or was just playing with my mind making fun of me. At that moment I used to believe almost everyone and everything with that innocence that only children( though nowadays I tend to doubt that some children are innocent anymore), because I didn't know about hidden thoughts, lies, deceiving, hiding truth.
Someone told me that I could read time in my palm, without having a clock. That I have just to circle with my right point finger over the open palm of my left hand and I would know what time it is. I would have to go around with the finger and say," Clock oh Clock, tell me what time it is."and where I stopped in that imaginery circle there was the hour. And after that I would just have to do it again and say " Clock oh Clock, show me the minutes" and there where the minutes.
For some strange reason it worked, most of the time surprisingly exactly (because we checked the real watch afterwards). I was so enthusiastic at that moment that I told immediately my parents that I don't need a watch anymore (At that time I didn't have a wrist watch, actually just learned about reading a clock, but was hoping that my parents consider me old enough to buy me one)
I don't think they believed it, but didn't say that they didn't. My mom verified my method a few times asking me what time it is, and it always was correct or very close. I still try it sometimes. It still works.
I received my first wrist watch when I was 9 years old, still one of those that you have to turn every 24 hours so it doesn't stop. I was very happy because I thought I entered the adult world. I had the responsibility of a clock that needed to be turned on. Of course the enthusiasm vanished slowly away like it happens with novelty that is no longer novelty one day.
I don't wear watches anymore today, except as a fashion accessory or when it's absolutely necessary. It's true that I don't need as I can read the time on the phone or on the PC and other places, andall kinds of clocks. But most of the time I like to ignore clocks. And who knows, they will ignore me.
You mentioned veiling. And I am not sure about the meaning. Do you mean covering, hiding or do you mean softening? I don't know about veiling or hiding secrets. More about unveiling. More about looking under the veil.
But if veils have anything to do with mysteries, then I agree with those who think that the world's and life's mysteries are not to be completely solved, completely uncovered, that they should be protected. Found and understood yes, but also kept as mysteries. Because we need to wonder. and we need the wonders.
Someone told me that I could read time in my palm, without having a clock. That I have just to circle with my right point finger over the open palm of my left hand and I would know what time it is. I would have to go around with the finger and say," Clock oh Clock, tell me what time it is."and where I stopped in that imaginery circle there was the hour. And after that I would just have to do it again and say " Clock oh Clock, show me the minutes" and there where the minutes.
For some strange reason it worked, most of the time surprisingly exactly (because we checked the real watch afterwards). I was so enthusiastic at that moment that I told immediately my parents that I don't need a watch anymore (At that time I didn't have a wrist watch, actually just learned about reading a clock, but was hoping that my parents consider me old enough to buy me one)
I don't think they believed it, but didn't say that they didn't. My mom verified my method a few times asking me what time it is, and it always was correct or very close. I still try it sometimes. It still works.
I received my first wrist watch when I was 9 years old, still one of those that you have to turn every 24 hours so it doesn't stop. I was very happy because I thought I entered the adult world. I had the responsibility of a clock that needed to be turned on. Of course the enthusiasm vanished slowly away like it happens with novelty that is no longer novelty one day.
I don't wear watches anymore today, except as a fashion accessory or when it's absolutely necessary. It's true that I don't need as I can read the time on the phone or on the PC and other places, andall kinds of clocks. But most of the time I like to ignore clocks. And who knows, they will ignore me.
You mentioned veiling. And I am not sure about the meaning. Do you mean covering, hiding or do you mean softening? I don't know about veiling or hiding secrets. More about unveiling. More about looking under the veil.
But if veils have anything to do with mysteries, then I agree with those who think that the world's and life's mysteries are not to be completely solved, completely uncovered, that they should be protected. Found and understood yes, but also kept as mysteries. Because we need to wonder. and we need the wonders.
Like the Owl pining for it's love: the Moon- Part 7
R-You overwhelmed me..
With your wit and size of dream
You said I challenged you
Maybe I did
For indeed you're a warrior
Time, tame it you say
So very true. Holy in your actions. Most religious. The saying;
Time is like a sword, if you don't cut it, it will cut you
Most people look at time[as it appear to them] as past present and future. Often the past as something to grieve about and the future as something to wary of while they insist they're living in he present. But can there be a present? As baffling as it is even to Science this concept of Time.
We're living on borrowed time, the saying goes
Perhaps, we ought to be like children who knows no such concept. Purity in mind and spirit they are, the reality is nothing strange to them.
Reality. Truth
Back in Time
Yes therein lies power.
Power of Suggestion, if I may.
A Malay proverb;
Like the Owl pining for it's love; the Moon
I relished and marvelled
This energy...yours
Is it why Virginia Woolf said the tendency to be veiled in a woman is there. If so tell me.
Gone now the field, forest and village. In it's place, stood the National University and Hospital. If it's any consolation..
With your wit and size of dream
You said I challenged you
Maybe I did
For indeed you're a warrior
Time, tame it you say
So very true. Holy in your actions. Most religious. The saying;
Time is like a sword, if you don't cut it, it will cut you
Most people look at time[as it appear to them] as past present and future. Often the past as something to grieve about and the future as something to wary of while they insist they're living in he present. But can there be a present? As baffling as it is even to Science this concept of Time.
We're living on borrowed time, the saying goes
Perhaps, we ought to be like children who knows no such concept. Purity in mind and spirit they are, the reality is nothing strange to them.
Reality. Truth
Back in Time
Yes therein lies power.
Power of Suggestion, if I may.
A Malay proverb;
Like the Owl pining for it's love; the Moon
I relished and marvelled
This energy...yours
Is it why Virginia Woolf said the tendency to be veiled in a woman is there. If so tell me.
Gone now the field, forest and village. In it's place, stood the National University and Hospital. If it's any consolation..
Saturday, January 10, 2009
The tree speaks of blessings..
Recently I noticed a tree twisted in a strange shape as it reached for the sun. A savage storm had tried to rip it from the ground. This tough tree had survived and was growing towards the sky again.
Savage storms were battering my soul that day. I felt I was being ripped from the ground. As I looked at this tree and remembered it's storm, I was struck with a remarkabvle kinship. This tree had overcome it's slant in life by an unexplained process in trees that allows them to change the length of some of their cells to help them once again grow toward the sky.
Suddenly, my storm seemed manageable. My storm did not stop, but the phenomenon of the twisted tree left an impression never to be forgotten.
If God has designed the tree with such an incredible built in recovery system, surely he is aware of my storms...and has provided ways for me to make the necessary corrections to once again reach for the sun-with confidence.
Savage storms were battering my soul that day. I felt I was being ripped from the ground. As I looked at this tree and remembered it's storm, I was struck with a remarkabvle kinship. This tree had overcome it's slant in life by an unexplained process in trees that allows them to change the length of some of their cells to help them once again grow toward the sky.
Suddenly, my storm seemed manageable. My storm did not stop, but the phenomenon of the twisted tree left an impression never to be forgotten.
If God has designed the tree with such an incredible built in recovery system, surely he is aware of my storms...and has provided ways for me to make the necessary corrections to once again reach for the sun-with confidence.
I like to make a difference..
I am reminded of a story about a little boy on a beach. A man saw him repeatedly reaching down to pick up starfishes from the sandy floor and then gently throwing each one into the sea.
The man asked the boy why he was doping what he was doing. The little boy said that he was throwing the starfishes back to the sea so that they wouldn't die as the sun was up and the tide was low. Looking at the miles and miles of sandy beach full of starfishes, the man told the little boy that he wasn't making a difference with what he was doing.
The boy smiled at the man and said: "I make a diiference for the ones I throw back."
Excerpts from the book entitled, Many Lives Many Matters:
Balance and harmony are neglected today, yet they are the foundations of wisdom. Everything is done to excess. People are overweight because they eat excessively. Joggers neglect aspects of themselves and others because they run excessively. They drink too much, smoke too much, carouse too much [ or too little ], talk too much without content, and worry too much. There is too much black-or-white thinking. All or none. This is not the way of nature.
In nature, there is balance. Ecological systems are not eliminated en masse. Plants are consumed and then grow. The sources of sustenance are dipped into and then replenished. The flower is enjoyed, the fruit eaten, the root preserved. Humankind has not learned about balance, let alone practised it. It is guided by greed and ambition, steered by fear.
The man asked the boy why he was doping what he was doing. The little boy said that he was throwing the starfishes back to the sea so that they wouldn't die as the sun was up and the tide was low. Looking at the miles and miles of sandy beach full of starfishes, the man told the little boy that he wasn't making a difference with what he was doing.
The boy smiled at the man and said: "I make a diiference for the ones I throw back."
Excerpts from the book entitled, Many Lives Many Matters:
Balance and harmony are neglected today, yet they are the foundations of wisdom. Everything is done to excess. People are overweight because they eat excessively. Joggers neglect aspects of themselves and others because they run excessively. They drink too much, smoke too much, carouse too much [ or too little ], talk too much without content, and worry too much. There is too much black-or-white thinking. All or none. This is not the way of nature.
In nature, there is balance. Ecological systems are not eliminated en masse. Plants are consumed and then grow. The sources of sustenance are dipped into and then replenished. The flower is enjoyed, the fruit eaten, the root preserved. Humankind has not learned about balance, let alone practised it. It is guided by greed and ambition, steered by fear.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Like The Owl pining for it's Love; The Moon-Part 5
HF - Our return to where we come from. Some knows the way, some are in the dark, others kept searching for it. For those who knows will always keep reminding oneself. It what keeps one sanity whilst on this life's journey. the poet who searched has found the door..
Those are tears of joy of euphoria of understanding of sympathy..
The words of the poet were meant to heal..
So is your presence..here and wherever you go
Thank you.
When time and space are mere ideas, would you believe that you are there on that field of grasshoppers with the others euphoric in innocence awash in that sea of exuberance..?
' The spirit of a warrior is not geared to indulging and complaining, nor is it geared to winning or losing. The spirit of the warrior is geared only to struggle and every struggle is a warrior's last battle on earth. Thus the outcome matters very little to the warrior. In the warrior's last battle on earth a warrior lets his spirit flow free and clear. And as he wages his battle, knowing that his will is impeccable, a warrior laughs and laughs.'
Carlos Castaneda
' A Separate Reality'
Those are tears of joy of euphoria of understanding of sympathy..
The words of the poet were meant to heal..
So is your presence..here and wherever you go
Thank you.
When time and space are mere ideas, would you believe that you are there on that field of grasshoppers with the others euphoric in innocence awash in that sea of exuberance..?
' The spirit of a warrior is not geared to indulging and complaining, nor is it geared to winning or losing. The spirit of the warrior is geared only to struggle and every struggle is a warrior's last battle on earth. Thus the outcome matters very little to the warrior. In the warrior's last battle on earth a warrior lets his spirit flow free and clear. And as he wages his battle, knowing that his will is impeccable, a warrior laughs and laughs.'
Carlos Castaneda
' A Separate Reality'
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Like The Owl pining for it's Love; The Moon- Part 2
R-That faraway look..that photo of yours, you're not exactly looking into the camera but through it. I've seen that look before. Those eyes are searching wanting to read the energy of what lies ahead. Special people do this. Like a balm they are to the others. They may not realise this but they can heal others merely by their presence. People are attracted to them like bees to honey. They find it difficult to let others down even willing to walk through the fire if they are asked to. And I know you're one of them.
A gypsy is a state of being. I don't know why I'm stating this for you. You want to drift along this path perhaps sleeping under the stars like a gypsy does. And in communion with nature. But your mind is restraining you with all the trivialities. I can't speak for you but you're a recipient of the myth. And you need the space for you and for you only.
Do not go to the
garden of flowers
O friend! go not
there
In your body is the
garden
of flowers
Take your seat on
the thousand
petals and there
gaze on the
infinite beauty
C-So many things to be said. And because of your last mail I have to talk about myself first. But there are so many things to be said too. And I will come back to them next time.
Oh, you are so surprisingly right, in so many ways. Maybe because you are such a good reader, or I am so easy to read or both. I don't like to talk about me, and most of the times i avoid even thinking about myself, but now i must think and talk, you challenged me.
The fact is that I let people "read" me if they want.
I walk around with an open heart and mind. I used to think that this is the way that I am, and that I can't help it, but it is also a choice I made. and I don't mind the consequences. It's the way I find balance. And it enriches my life and my soul. And maybe one day I will find a meaning of all this, and the meaning of my life. I wish to believe that there is a meaning.
I am not sure of the healing part.
It's true that I have put too often others first, and that I find it very difficult to say no, that I care, that I am friendly and kind and understanding and that I look for the sparkle of light in the people around me, that I am very empathetic and that sometimes I sensed that I can have a positive calming impact, but I don't think it is more than that. Maybe we all could be like this if we would want or try, or think more about it. Maybe I am special only because I seem to be different when compared with other people. But maybe I am not even different. I don't know.
The gipsy interpretation surprised me also. and now I am smiling because I remember that at my first carnival at kindergarden I was dressed as a gipsy. I was the smallest child, had no idea of what a carnival was or a gipsy and why they gave me the first prize for.
You made me think about this gipsy state of mind and state of being.
Oh yes it would be great to sleep under the stars. Oh yes it would be great to not care about rules and be completely free. and in communion with nature. And listening to the universe. And deciphering the signs.
And yes I need a space for me and me only. Space to breathe and feel, an be, only be. Not for dreaming away. And I know how to find my space without disturbing others, still being present. that's why I walk with my heart and my mind open. I don't mind being foolish.
But sometimes as a romanian poet said " I was tired and suffered. I think I suffered from too much soul".
Too much talking writing about myself.
I like to read people too. and read between the lines.
Wishing you all the best,
Corina
A gypsy is a state of being. I don't know why I'm stating this for you. You want to drift along this path perhaps sleeping under the stars like a gypsy does. And in communion with nature. But your mind is restraining you with all the trivialities. I can't speak for you but you're a recipient of the myth. And you need the space for you and for you only.
Do not go to the
garden of flowers
O friend! go not
there
In your body is the
garden
of flowers
Take your seat on
the thousand
petals and there
gaze on the
infinite beauty
C-So many things to be said. And because of your last mail I have to talk about myself first. But there are so many things to be said too. And I will come back to them next time.
Oh, you are so surprisingly right, in so many ways. Maybe because you are such a good reader, or I am so easy to read or both. I don't like to talk about me, and most of the times i avoid even thinking about myself, but now i must think and talk, you challenged me.
The fact is that I let people "read" me if they want.
I walk around with an open heart and mind. I used to think that this is the way that I am, and that I can't help it, but it is also a choice I made. and I don't mind the consequences. It's the way I find balance. And it enriches my life and my soul. And maybe one day I will find a meaning of all this, and the meaning of my life. I wish to believe that there is a meaning.
I am not sure of the healing part.
It's true that I have put too often others first, and that I find it very difficult to say no, that I care, that I am friendly and kind and understanding and that I look for the sparkle of light in the people around me, that I am very empathetic and that sometimes I sensed that I can have a positive calming impact, but I don't think it is more than that. Maybe we all could be like this if we would want or try, or think more about it. Maybe I am special only because I seem to be different when compared with other people. But maybe I am not even different. I don't know.
The gipsy interpretation surprised me also. and now I am smiling because I remember that at my first carnival at kindergarden I was dressed as a gipsy. I was the smallest child, had no idea of what a carnival was or a gipsy and why they gave me the first prize for.
You made me think about this gipsy state of mind and state of being.
Oh yes it would be great to sleep under the stars. Oh yes it would be great to not care about rules and be completely free. and in communion with nature. And listening to the universe. And deciphering the signs.
And yes I need a space for me and me only. Space to breathe and feel, an be, only be. Not for dreaming away. And I know how to find my space without disturbing others, still being present. that's why I walk with my heart and my mind open. I don't mind being foolish.
But sometimes as a romanian poet said " I was tired and suffered. I think I suffered from too much soul".
Too much talking writing about myself.
I like to read people too. and read between the lines.
Wishing you all the best,
Corina
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